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Transport

by Mark Darvill

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1.
Transport 05:01
I wrote you a letter it took me five days to read it with minimal anguish The origin of my frustration lay in the inadequacy of the language I wrote a long list of the main points to cover and made sure the meaning was candid But after a second revision I realised the words of all substance were famished This week I’m dragging my feet to a rhythm that’s clumsy and incomplete My memory’s with you in the morning Shooting sharpened arrows without warning I buttoned my shirt up and I tightened my tie and I crawled my way out the door It was a curious feeling to go through the motions without any purpose at all I wrote a short message from desperation to see your feet on the floor The speed of the separation left me confused and wanting more You spent a long time gripping the rails This week I’m dragging my feet to a rhythm that’s clumsy and incomplete My memory’s with you in the morning Shooting sharpened arrows without warning This year new hopes and new fears bring about a sense of the obsolete In a long-winded way it’s a holiday I’m huffing and puffing and waiting and stalling You spent a long time slipping away Through shifting weather and frequent acquaintance we keep from spinning round But I fear the strings I hold will render you in my lost and found We had a good time and we’ll have it again but who knows for how long So when you get home don’t forget to write me a song I wrote you a letter it took me a week to delete it and start anew Careless and unbound I’m coming round I’m coming round This week I’m dragging my feet to a rhythm that’s clumsy and incomplete My memory’s with you in the morning Shooting sharpened arrows without warning This time it all will be fine if our heads are screwed on and our tongues are on fire I’ll find you in text enraptured and maybe we’ll open the covers and move a little faster Maybe we’ll open the covers and move a little faster This week I’m dragging my feet to a rhythm that’s clumsy and incomplete My memory’s with you in the morning Shooting sharpened arrows without warning
2.
You don’t have to worry about a thing There’s high hopes in our sights The day’s just begun and we’re in and out of sleep And blinded by the light I wasted my Saturday on thinking too much You waited for my call The days are unnumbered which adds to the fuss And I miss it more and more It’s hard to define between rain or shine So I spend every morning repeating a rhyme Back inside I shout at the walls At this point I’m three inches tall Don’t answer the door it might be our final call for the night You’ll find that your interests only go so far You gear up and burn out It needs to be balanced with working the floor To sweat out all your doubts Through intimate acquaintance with generous folk Your worries slip away If there’s someone who makes you confused or upset Just don’t see them everyday I have a hazy memory of having my hands tied But not in a good way Back inside I shout at the walls At this point I’m three inches tall Don’t answer the door it might be our final call for the night
3.
Out of the woods after a couple of weeks Performing in your sleep The nights are long and you’re ungrateful We’ve got room at the inn for one more Two if you don’t mind being on all fours Sweat drips from all floors It’s an age old situation In unavoidable frustration You were forced to drop bombs on this wasteland where I lie There’s a trail of guilt between our legs we’re poised to recognise In the time you spent in my back yard we were bound to collide So I’ll try my best to regulate our six strings aside It’s safe to say that I’ll be at the bottom of the pile Share a joke for a minute or two I’ve had enough to smile true Is this good enough for you? And since we’re getting close to the end And we’re losing all our friends It’s high time for a shake and a bend It’s an age old situation In unavoidable frustration You were forced to drop bombs on this wasteland where I lie We marvel at the origins of apathy and fire I’d rather be called a cynic than a cheater or a liar We’ll battle through the wilderness connected by a wire Yet all the while our heads are in the clouds or maybe higher Share a joke for a minute or two I’ve had enough to smile true Is this good enough for you? There’s a trail of guilt between our legs we’re poised to recognise In the time you spent in my back yard we were bound to collide So I’ll try my best to regulate our six strings aside It’s safe to say that I’ll be at the bottom of the pile We marvel at the origins of apathy and fire I’d rather be called a cynic than a cheater or a liar We’ll battle through the wilderness connected by a wire Yet all the while our heads are in the clouds or maybe higher
4.
Ecstatic 04:41
Is that all you have to say Before we go inside and play I can’t believe it’s come to this Go forth my son you’re shaking Time to give it a twist Did you know I was racing around while you wanted to take it slow I found all my strength from the lights in the room Like heat from fire in the increasing gloom Comforting to say the least But not without uncertainties Now I’m burning a hole inside Out of sorts but beaming a smile The way that the words roll off of your fingers is leaving me tongue tied What would my family say If they knew I spend the evenings this way And what some of my best friends wouldn’t give To be here with me Though they may say it’s a trick Did you know I was racing around while you wanted to take it slow I found all my strength from the lights in the room Like heat from fire in the increasing gloom Comforting to say the least But not without uncertainties Now I’m burning a hole inside Out of sorts but beaming a smile The way that the words roll off of your fingers is leaving me tongue tied Did you see I was on top of the tallest tree Could it be That everyone here is just like me I found all my strength from the lights in the room Like heat from fire in the increasing gloom Comforting to say the least But not without uncertainties Now I’m burning a hole inside Out of sorts but beaming a smile The way that the words roll off of your fingers is leaving me tongue tied
5.
If I could think of ten ways to Be in control in control of you I’d frame and hang them on my wall Recite it every break of dawn A plan to keep from losing my head Erase everything that you said A plan for all the times that I’ve Run away from by your side By your side And everyone I know is doing their own thing It seems impossible to break out of these bad habits that I’m in The song goes out of time in the irrepressible din I’d like to retrace my steps back to the point where routine wasn’t wearing thin She came in one day after a shift And said she’d realised a strange motif Whatever goals she’d had in the past She’d always achieved them at the last I said, “You know I disagree I’m more the type to fend off bees” But maybe it’s just point of view That keeps some of us feeling blue And I guess it’s true That everyone I know is doing their own thing It seems impossible to break out of these bad habits that I’m in The song goes out of time in the irrepressible din I’d like to retrace my steps back to the point where routine wasn’t wearing thin If I could think of ten ways to Be in control in control of you I’d frame and hang them on my wall Recite it every break of dawn If I could think of ten ways to Be in control in control of you Then I’d have no troubles at all But I guess that’s not the point of it all If I could think of ten ways to Work and play and speak the truth Then I’d have no troubles at all But I guess that’s not the point of it all The point of it all And everyone I know is doing their own thing It seems impossible to break out of these bad habits that I’m in The song goes out of time in the irrepressible din I’d like to retrace my steps back to the point where routine wasn’t wearing thin
6.
I woke up sweating in a suitcase in the middle of the floor Having spent half the night in the midst of verbal war I picked apart the pieces of the evening tried to figure it all out Which involved sixteen false daydreams then slowly passing out There’s no way to keep your head out of the fire Sporadic Sunday evening drinking keeps it simmering awhile If only to stare at your reflection for some time Stay in tonight When will we lay it to rest I’ve been slowly drinking until I can’t feel above my waist Break through and I’ll make the last train But our lips they move much faster when we’ve got something to gain She went out cursing up a rumour in the middle of the bar Which involved half the crowd and half the month of March On the border between seasons thought she’d go the other way As usual playing the victimised and leading us astray There’s no way to do all you intended in a day And what is more I made a deal with a healer way back who didn’t see it my way So if only to stare at your reflection for a while Avoid her gaze tonight When will we lay it to rest I’ve been slowly drinking until I can’t feel above my waist Break through and I’ll make the last train But our lips they move much faster when we’ve got something to gain If there’s a way to keep your head free of fear Then we’re alone together in the city so draw me close I wanna hear Tonight stay in and avoid her gaze And I’ll see you when the hills are concave When will we lay it to rest I’ve been slowly drinking until I can’t feel above my waist Break through and I’ll make the last train But our lips they move much faster when we’ve got something to gain
7.
I want everyone to stand up And tell me why did you come here tonight I can hazard a guess at one of three reasons for Enjoying the lights I asked this question the day she called me And said, “I’m on my way to your house” Fresh off the train she put me to shame But only made clear intentions to herself So now we both wear frowns I’ve been feeling somewhat down For reasons I won’t go into now She’s here listening to me sing like a clown Feel free to stay past the point when my eyelids shut down Just close the lights on your way out It was easy enough the first time Speaking on neutral ground Kind of out of practice but going for a hat trick I Laid my weapons down It was the same when we behind closed doors Though I was a little unkind But why would someone stay so late in a place Which should be at the back of their mind So now we both wear frowns I’ve been feeling somewhat down For reasons I won’t go into now She’s here listening to me sing like a clown Feel free to stay past the point when my eyelids shut down Just close the lights on your way out I’ve been going into town Hoping to ignore the strain of the messaging system she’s found Feel free to stay past the point where my patience runs out Just close the lights on your way out The next day it suddenly hit me What she’d been waiting for The next time my friends should come with me To point out the potholes and flaws So now I wear a frown I’ve been feeling somewhat down There’s reasons I won’t go into now She’s here listening to me sing like a clown Feel free to stay past the point when my eyelids shut down Just close the lights on your way out I’ve been going into town Hoping to ignore the strain of the messaging system she’s found Feel free to stay past the point where my patience runs out Just close the lights on your way out
8.
An explosion goes off in your head And all your co-workers wind up dead So for half an hour you sit at your desk And survey the scene for a living breath You always come here at the same time And you always know what’s best I would have thought by now you’d have escaped somehow Before your heartbeat gets put to rest Now let me rest In a flash of light I was mesmerised by the colours in the sky A sight to behold was my office space transformed in the blink of an eye Someone’s been here They must have escaped while I was fixing my tie But I feel no pain no panic it’s just another morning spent on fire Boring Boring from the extreme Story after storey And dream after old dream It’s hard to admit that you’re feeling scared when you always know what’s best I would have thought by now you’d have escaped somehow Before your heartbeat gets put to rest Now let me rest I walk through the streets in a haze of black and I contemplate the fear It’s strange that they gave me the afternoon off when I’ve still got my eyes and my ears No one’s safe here The billowing smoke The oceans of blood and tears These are the sights and the sounds of the city I live in I’ll still be here next year Boring Boring from the extreme Story after storey And dream after old dream It’s hard to admit that you’re feeling scared when you always know what’s best I would have thought by now you’d have escaped somehow Before your heartbeat gets put to rest Now let me rest For goodness sake Start using your brain Have you nothing to say while your world is ablaze I’m whistling a song And nothing is wrong I’m looking good and feeling strong Look to the sky And ask yourself why It’s minus the outline you saw as a child At the end of the day Have you nothing to say The colours shift and fade to grey The colours shift and fade to grey Boring Boring from the extreme Story after storey And dream after old dream It’s hard to admit that you’re feeling scared when you always know what’s best I would have thought by now you’d have escaped somehow Before your heartbeat gets put to rest Now let me rest

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released March 14, 2013

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